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Full text of "The Letters Of Horace Walpole Vol I"

abundance. I have desired me to hold my tongue, pho, I mean him, and his, but his pen is so used to write in the first person, that I have screwed my finger and thumb off, with forcing it into the third. After all this confusion of persons, and a little stroke of satire upon me the pen returns calmly back again into the old I and me, as if nothing had happened, to tell you how much I am tired, and how cross I am, that this cursed scheme of Messrs. Selwyn and Montagu should have come across all our measures, and broke in upon the whole year, which, what with the month we have to wait for them, and the month they are to stay here, will be entirely slipt away, at least, the agreeable part of it, and if we journey at all, it will be through dirty roads and falling leaves.
The man whose arguments you have so learnedly stated, and whom you did not think fit to honour with a confutation, we from thence conceive to be one, who does us honour, in thinking us fools, and so you see, I lay my claim to a share of the glory; we are not vastly curious about his name, first because it don't signify, secondly because we know it already; it is either Sr. T. Gr. himself or your friend Mr. Fenton, if it's them we don't care, and if it is not we don't care neither, but if you care to convince the man, whoever he be, that we are in some points not altogether fools, you might let him know that we are most sincerely
Yours,
Rheims, July.                                                H.  W. 3?.
20.   To EICHARD WEST.
From a Hamlet among the Mountains of Savoy, Sept. 28, 1739. N.S.
PRECIPICES, mountains, torrents, wolves, rumblings, Sal-
vator Rosa-----the pomp of our park and the meekness of
our palace!   Here we are, the lonely lords  of   glorious,